You’re here.
I can’t believe you’re really here.
You’re bringing a lot in your premiere.
My happiness for you is clear.
Crisp chilly days are near.
Bursting red, orange, and yellow appear.
I hear rustling leaves and munching deer.
Octoberfest brings cheers with beer.
No soul would label you austere.
But, right next to all your lovely,
Is something hiding subtly.
A kind of rediscovery,
That life can behave smooth, or roughly.
The sun gives way to clouds above me.
The waves churn in a choppy sea.
Tears teeter in my eyes glumly.
Permission to be sad is almost comfy.
Thanks for all you bring to me.
And all of us each year.
Sparks 